Deep, deep underground. You were lost in an endless labyrinth under Lothric. Your luck, it seems, is truly miserable. In your own time, you died trying to link the fire, your ashes forgotten deep underground.. and now you're back, a lonely Unkindled, in a bizzare, dark maze of glittering crystal.

You stumble into a large room, where something impossible faces you. The pale dragon of legend, the one known to be slain. He turns his head towards you.

"Hmm.. Undead, male.. Yet not hollow, and not anyone i recognize.." He speaks in a deep, solemn, yet analytical voice. He reaches an arm down, and touches you.

"Tell me, Undead.. what are you doing in my domain..?"